The orchids have grown teeth in their mouths. in HOW MANY PUBLIC BOOKS WILL I MAKE AND THEN EVENTUALLY PRIVATIZE

  • May 27, 2020, 7:07 p.m.
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I’ve been working in the yard a little more and boooyyyyy HOWDY I don’t know what I’m doing. Weird that the muscle memory from… a couple summers planting flowers when I was 8 or 9 didn’t magically come back and turn me into a garden expert?

But I think I’m going to love the SHIT out of this as a hobby, honestly. So that’s… something??

I like that this is a skill I can’t simply Google and know everything about. That regional knowledge passed down through conversation is still a thing that exists. Like, I may know the HARDINESS ZONE of my city, but my coworker who has been gardening here for a decade knows exactly what works best HERE, in this THREE MILE AREA. And there is just so much that involves having a “feel” for it. I like that this is an experience I can still have, even in the era of a global information database.

My coworker’s husband is very very sick and in the ER today. The only time he’s left the house in weeks was for a dental visit.

Our county just started reopening elective medical/dental procedures with very little knowledge of what safety measures are gonna work, PARTICULARLY with dental. IS it safer to put up walls Or safer to leave it open? WE DON’T KNOW and basically the only way to find out is to… try it both ways, but there are a bunch of other issues with that.

Of course I shouldn’t base my feelings on anecdotal evidence, but I certainly don’t find it comforting that he got sick at a dentist’s office almost immediately after they’ve reopened. I wonder how big the spike in cases/deaths are gonna be in a few weeks.

Folks started a fundraiser for undocumented folks in my state. They’ve raised almost $3 million. Someone posted asking for volunteers to call folks and get them their checks, so I signed up. I think that will make me feel less like a pile of actual shit.

They might not need me as I only speak English and they have quite a few English speakers already, BUT I HOPE THEY DO. I hate hate HATE the phone, but I’ve gotten over it before. Exposure therapy works wonders. And holy shit what better way to get over phone anxiety than call people to tell them they have desperately needed money coming their way?

I sent the volunteer link to my coworkers and three of them–THREE OUT OF THE FIVE WHOLE PEOPLE ON MY TEAM–signed up as well. Two of them speak Spanish so they’ll be of more help. And I just. I fucking love my people, y’all. I am so HASHTAG BLESSED to work with people who give a fuck. And not just… performatively on Facebook. They put their money where their mouth is.

I’m off to go stab some more dirt with a trowel and pretend I’m doing a real thing. GOODBYE.

The Garden Has Gone Mad

Any chance this is the right summer? Any chance
you’ll come and stay, maybe a year or two?
Here, the garden has gone mad – everything out –
the china broken among these tools
that we have made up to make up –
shears, trowels, a silver-plated emerald-encrusted
shovel, all swallowed up by your absence.
I love our blue hearts. I think often
what it is to wake up in this
waterflesh and then gather rosemary.
What it is to live in this wide house
all alone and smother the ghost
that tells me to do, to do, to do,
like a train. The orchids have grown teeth
in their mouths. As an aside, I have come
to believe my hips might be sapphire. Any chance?
Evening, shortly. Outside, the woodlice
hold an amorous feast. And in the evening,
I am very over –

Miruna Fulgeanu (2020)

Last updated May 27, 2020

girl in recession May 27, 2020

Ohh what a lovely poem!! And the volunteer opportunity sounds nice too. I am chomping at the bit to do some real (not balcony) gardening!

Yours For Now... May 27, 2020

Ugh we reopened this tourist town over Memorial Day weekend and were supposed to be mandating masks but decided to walk it back to Tuesday, meanwhile we had the highest spike in cases on Saturday before the weekend even happenEd and I just. Can’t.
But yeah gardening is pretty fucking nice.

synapse May 27, 2020

I really like this poem

rhizome May 29, 2020

i have been trying to care for two pothos plants, and i totally feel you on how chill plants feel. i wish i had an outdoor garden to play in!

that poem makes my heart ache in all the right ways.

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